In My Desperate Time

Steven Song is a decent person, so certainly I won’t disagree the proposal that I sleep on bed while he is on sofa. Besides, I
have another purpose.
"You take a bath first." Steven Song says softly, his face flushes a bit more. Steven Song, whom I knew before, was a dissolute
man who would flirt with women no matter there were others on site or not. How can he turn so shy now?
At this moment, I can clearly feel his love to me. However, sorry, Steven Song, I make use of your love, again.
I go to the bathroom with guilt, quickly take a shower and come out. Then, lying on the bed, I make various sexy poses, casually
urging Steven Song to go for a bath. Steven Song runs into the bathroom awkwardly and quickly closes the door.
Once hearing the shower sound, I get off the bed and quickly open Steven Song’s suitcase. As he just took some clothes out in a
rush, the suitcase is unlocked now.
Moreover, I know that Steven Song will put my credentials in his suitcase each time he comes. Because I saw it once he opened
his suitcase.
As expected, this time my credentials are still neatly placed inside. Taking my credentials with me, I leave the hotel quickly and
head for airport.
In order to save time, I send a message to Steven Song on the way. “After thinking twice, I’d better go back home. Mother will
misunderstand if she knew we live together.”
It works as I don’t receive any of Steven Song’s calls or messages all the way.
As Prague has direct flights to Virginia, I book the latest one and fly to Virginia directly.
On the way, I am very nervous and my heart almost jumps out. I have left Virginia for half a year. I come back for revenging on
Frances Louis.
On next day’s morning, I arrive at Virginia again, everything is so familiar. However, I find I seem to be impulsive once I really
come back. I know going to Frances Louis directly doesn’t make sense. Even if I get to see him, I am not able to kill him.
Steven Song is right. Losing the baby can’t convict him. As for my parents’ traffic accident, I have no evidence to convict Frances
Louis either.

Once going to him directly, what if he confines me? I get dazzled, having no idea what to do next. Looking at the phone, Steven
Song has sent lots of messages to me. Before I tap to check in detail, he calls in. I really don't know what to do next, so I answer
the call.
“ Jane Noyes, you go back?!” Steven Song snaps at me. I seem to hear that mother is crying.
“Yes...” I answer in a low voice. I even don’t know what to say because of guilt.
“You know? You make me speechless. Please tell me your ideas at least, so that I can help you to find solutions. You ran back
so hastily, what if something went wrong? "
“Sorry but I hate Frances Louis so much. I feel I am going to die if I can’t go back.” I say sadly.
Steven Song sighs, “You haven’t met Frances Louis yet, right?”
“Yes.” I reply honestly.
“Wait me. I bet you have no idea what to do next.”
“OK...” I find a hotel and send the address to Steven Song.